You’re right—
I’m just making excuses.
Why am I so 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥
All of the time?
“You get more sleep
Than 99 percent
Of your friends,”
You said.
So doesn’t that mean
I am supposed to be
Happy?
“Be happy,”
I say to myself
In my head.
I am supposed to be
Fine.
But I am not,
And all I have left
Is excuses.
And yet,
Why do I look for more?
I want somebody
To tell me
That you are not right.
But I know you are.
Mar 2, 2024
Mar 2, 2024 at 6:55 PM UTC
You’re right—
I’m just making excuses.
Why am I so 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥
All of the time?
“You get more sleep
Than 99 percent
Of your friends,”
You said.
So doesn’t that mean
I am supposed to be
Happy?
“Be happy,”
I say to myself
In my head.
I am supposed to be
Fine.
But I am not,
And all I have left
Is excuses.
And yet,
Why do I look for more?
I want somebody
To tell me
That you are not right.
But I know you are.